Ophelia could not sleep the rest of the night; she wanted to meet Harper to hear what she had to see. She wondered if the story would be the same coming from Harper. At the crack of dawn she was out of bed. She had to play the role of the dutiful wife. She was going to make breakfast for them and then ask Harper to join, and then she was going to ask her questions about last night.
“You are making breakfast?” Cade said. She turned around to see him standing in the doorway. “I was going to come make breakfast.”
“Why are you shocked? I wanted to make something for you, my husband.”
“Oh, okay,” he mumbled as he walked to the pot of coffee that she had brewed.
“I left yours black because I know you like bitter things,” Cade knew from the way she spoke that she had another meaning to her words. She was definitely not talking about the coffee.
“Good morning,” Harper said from the doorway. She looked like an overworked raccoon.
“Oh my, you are awake? I did not want to wake you up since I saw you sleeping soundly,” Ophelia said in a sweet voice. Cade was afraid because she seemed to be playing the sweet girl role.
“Oh Ophelia, you are here?” Harper said, biting the corner of her lip. She was disappointed when she woke up to see herself on the couch; she had expected to make it to his room at least.
She felt a strong headache come on as she tried to sit up. She wondered how much she drank that made her feel so horrible so early in the morning.
“Yes, I am,” Ophelia said. She could not believe that she was so open about her dislike for her. “I live here, remember? I am married to Cade,” she added, waving her ring in her face.
“Yes, you are,” she said, turning her face around. “Thank you for allowing drunk me to crash at your place,” she said, turning to Cade.
“You are welcome; just give us a heads up next time when you are coming, and then I can prepare a bedroom for you.” Cade could not believe that Ophelia said that. Was she itching for Harper to know that they did not share a room?
Harper also gasped; nothing about what she had said made sense. If she agreed to allow her to be at their house, then she did not see her as a threat.
“Why do you look sad? I thought you and Cade were buddies in the past.” Harper was a mean girl; she had been around mean girls, and she knew that what Ophelia was trying to do was bring her down while sounding nice.
“Buddies?” Harper was not going to let this woman walk all over her. Cade and her were more than bodies; they were the loves of each other’s lives. She was sure that they had more going on with them than he had with his wife.
“Yes, or honey, isn’t that true?” Cade knew that if he corrected Ophelia, he would give Harper room to doubt their relationship.
“Yeah, we were friends,” Cade said, turning to the side and downing the coffee in one go.
“Baby, be careful; that is hot and you can burn off your taste buds,” Ophelia said, rushing to her and taking the cup from his hand.
“I forgot,” Cade said, letting go of the cup.
“I’ll get you ice.” Harper was marching to the refrigerator; she opened it, took out the ice tray, and woke to them.
“I will take that.” Ophelia said, dragging the tray, she took out one of the cubes and dropped the tray to the nearest surface.
“Baby, your tongue,” she said, and Cade brought it out for her. She dropped the cube on it and he closed his mouth. She leaned in on her tiptoe, planting a small kiss on his mouth before going back to where she was before. “Just a few more minutes and I can finish up breakfast.”
Harper was burning with anger; she knew that Ophelia had put on this entire show so she could piss her off, and it was working. They seemed comfortable around each other and hers and Greens hunch seemed wrong but they had to do something.
“You are going to join us for breakfast, right?” Ophelia turned to her and smiled before adding in the most sarcastic voice that could put anyone down. “Friend”
“Friend?” Harper scoffed. She knew what she was about to do was not going to be in her favour, but she could not help herself. “Would you call someone who f**ked your husband a friend?” she asked, putting her hand across her chest.
Cade coughed nervously where he stood. He wondered how Ophelia would handle the situation. He wondered if he should say something, but it felt like he should not be involved in it; it was like this was an argument between the girls.
“Pathetic” Ophelia pretended to whisper.
“What was that?” Harper asked. She had heard what she said but it did not sit well with her that Ophelia was not losing her mind that she had mentioned that she made Cade used to have sex.
“Oh, you heard me?” Ophelia said, feigning ignorance. “I mean, I just thought that it is pathetic that you have to mention the past. That was the past; I also have mine, and being the mature people we are, we have decided not to get worried about the past that had happened but to just find a way to love passionately now, right, Babe?” She said, turning to Cade, who nodded. She narrowed her eyes at him and he got the message.
“Of course, babe, we have to love passionately,” he said, and she smiled, turning to Harper. She could see the burning expression on her face.
“So you do not need to go around mentioning your past with him; we don’t live there anymore.”
“But!” Harper’s voice raised in protest.
“Let’s have breakfast.”